Katrina | HJ/ECT | Jace

Katrina glanced up at the gorgeous horse, every day still surprised the stallion was hers to train--and she was getting paid for it, too. "Fuente," she replied with a smile. "It means fountain or source in my country."

Walking out beside the pair, she asked, "how long have you had your horse? How old is he?"

As they approached the indoor, she slid open the large door, then closed it behind them. She gestured for Jace to mount the massive stud as she began setting fences. "Go ahead and warm him up as you would any horse, I'm just getting to know your riding style."

Emily | Eventing | Tim, Tristan

Emily sat in her wheelchair, a bewildered horror consuming her rigid frame. All of the muscle tone, the strength, the perfect work of art she'd created out of her body, it was reduced to a loose figure with no tone at all. What's further, she had never regained the color in her skin tone, leaving a ghastly gray complexion against lifeless, vivid tan eyes. She looked like a monster, like something out of a horror movie.

Tristan already knew that the girl would have little to say to the man who she'd once been so close with, though he couldn't exactly cover for or put a bandaid on all of the lost time. "I, uh, I'll leave you two," Emily grabbed his hand weakly, desperation in her eyes, causing him to stop speaking immediately, and pay attention to her.

"Don't leave me, please," she whispered, her voice hoarse from lack of use. It didn't hold it's usual brightness, nor its independence and freedom. Emily was chained by what she didn't have, instead of a burden she'd taken on. She'd only learned after she'd lost them how much she'd taken her legs for granted.

Tristan shrugged, looking up at Tim expectantly. What was the kid going to do? Run away again? Then what? Why was he back anyway? Recognizing that the time and place to address those questions was not in this scenario, he answered the man's questions, his own transparence showing everything he wasn't saying.

"They're good. Noah's been in charge of pretty much half the barn, and he's enjoying himself. Maturing a little, too, good kid. He's supposed to be taking one of yours to a schooling show this weekend, so if you're going to take responsibility back, I suggest you do it quickly." There was a certain tone to his voice which was indicative of the fact that he was talking minimally about Noah, and more about Emily. He now stood uncomfortably, rubbing his hand where Emily had touched it, for he did not like when people touched him.

I can't even find posts right now, so I'm just gonna go off of what I remember lol))

Conrad | WCT | Liz, Sandra

Conrad was sitting casually, watching a young woman school her horse. She didn't know either increasingly well, yet he watched calmly, his gaze wandering slightly as he noticed Wyatt was back. His gaze then followed to where Emily, Tristan, and a very familiar face were conversing on the far side of the property.

"That can't be good," he muttered to himself, still watching the equine go in circles. He wondered who the woman was, for he had long been the only western trainer here. New people came in and out by the day, though. He didn't bother initiating conversation for fear of interrupting their training. As he looked on the far side of the hill, he saw another young woman schooling a mare he'd seen in the barn a few times. She didn't look like the mare's normal rider, but he had no experience with any of them. The only english riders he knew were the trainers, plus Noah. Sitting calmly, his gaze became fixated on the trio conversing, trying to read faraway facial expressions to gather how the reunion was going.

I don't remember where they were Grey so just add em in wherever ya see fit))

A pair of twins pulled up to the stable, a trailer towing behind. White Oaks had offered to tow Moon for Isaiah when they'd recruited her for their hunter program, yet she'd refused, for fear of how the gelding would react to the new scenes. He was never predictable, nor safe at times.

Engaging in playful banter, Isaiah and Zeke wandered aimlessly around the property, looking for someone to guide them before they unloaded the Thoroughbred and got him all spun up.

Jace looked over at the tall stallion after he heard his name. "That is a great name for such a stunning stallion." Jace complemented as they walked. Jace thought of what amazing things' Fuente could have donebefore this moment.

Jace was snapped out of his thoughts' when he heard Katrina's question. His face showed no emotion as he spoke. "I have had dagger all his life. My mothers horse gave birth to him, and my sister helped me train him," Jace explained to her with a soft but still tough voice. Jace had not let his gaurd down since he got here.

Jace put on his helmet and clipped it, then pulled down his stirrups. Jace hopped on then asked Fuente to walk on as he gathered his reins. Jace put his heels down. He watched where ae was going and made sure to stay relaxed so his seat was perfect and his shoulders stayed relaxed and didn't tighten up. He used his seat the most to more the stud around instead of using his reins as much.

-Sandra would continuing to ride the mare in a canter, knowing that Heather had already started training Mystery for Eventing then the mare suddenly got spooked by something as she made a quick jerk to the side with whites in her eyes which caused the young girl to fall off the saddle, taking a tumble to the ground as the mare has bolted to the other side of the arena. Sandra groaned a bit in pain even though the sand has softened the landing a bit before she started to sit up then she rose back up on her feet- "Man that hurt" -she quietly said to herself-

-Her blue eyes would catch sight of Conrad as she raised an eyebrow while curiously wondering if her older sister attempted to make any friends here yet, despite the fact that she's anti-social to anything that involved with socializing with other people-

Aria|W|Diablo|M: Kholo

The girl heard her name get called out, nodded, and straightened out her back a little more, trying to remember the English techniques her aunt had taught her. Squeezing Diablo's sides, she shortened her legs a little, keeping her heels down. Determined to not let him get away with his tricks, she kept control of his reins, purposefully keeping a fairly direct contact. Her riding was still not English show ready for certain, but she picked up the concepts quickly.

Tristan | HJCT | Emily, Tim

Tristan watched Tim leave as Emily finally began to truly break, muffled sobs hidden behind her hands, which were covering her face as she leaned over, elbows on her knees. This lasted only a second as adrenaline, or perhaps just a gigantic wave of emotion hit, and she wheeled herself back towards the dorms as fast as possible, trying to ignore the burning in her arms and the hurt in her heart.

Sighing to himself and pinching the bridge of his nose with his hand, he began walking towards the barn after Tim. He didn't want to get involved in their drama for the umpteenth time, but somehow he'd been placed there anyway. He gave a sideways glance towards Liz, annoyed at her too for little reason. As he reached the aisle of the barn, he finally caught up with the man he so begrudingly pursued. "Tim, a word? In my office, please?" While his words were that of someone who was asking for cooperation, his tone demanded no less than. He entered his office, sliding paperwork aside as he waited for the man to enter.